She rose with ready obedience.
"I think I'll go too," said Betty with a yawn. The history of the Reformation was dull and prosy.
When Doris had said her prayers, and was climbing into bed, Betty kissed her good-night.
"I'm awfully afraid Uncle Win will want you some day," she said. "And I just couldn't let you go. I wish you were my little sister."
There was a service in the morning and the afternoon on Sunday. Uncle Leverett accompanied them in the morning. He generally went out in the evening, and often some neighbor came in. It was quite a social time.
When Doris came home from school Monday noon Aunt Elizabeth handed her a package addressed to "Miss Doris Adams, from Mr. Winthrop Adams."
"It is a new frock, I know," cried Betty laughingly. "And it is very choice. I can tell by the way it is wrapped. Open it quick! I'm on pins and needles."
"It is a nice cord; don't cut it," interposed Aunt Elizabeth.
Betty picked out the knot. There was another wrapper inside, and this had on it "Miss Betty Leverett. From her little cousin, Doris Adams."
Mr. Leverett came at Betty's exclamation and looked over her shoulder.